A week or two ago, I noticed that we were not the only living creatures in our house. I hadn't seen any actual mice but it was pretty evident they were around. I promptly went out to
Dollaroma and bought a four-pack of mouse traps.
The first night we caught one. Initially I felt just a little bit bad....cause mice are kind of cute.... He had only gotten into the spelt in my cupboard. That was pretty good. Usually they test a little of everything they walk past. Then we caught another one about a week later.
Yesterday I went into the closet under the stairs to the attic to get something out of a bag and this is what I found.
I no longer felt bad about ending his life.
He even ate my glycerin soap stash.
And was apparently a mouse after Bert's own heart. He had desperately tried to get into the Ferrero Rocher Chocolates. Bert is pretty sure they are still safe to eat.....
And the bag was on this hook, which is above my head. Nimble little rodent.
Hopefully this is the end of our little invasion...at least till fall.
special garage sale find....
a Starbucks from Netter.....
both of these awesome ones are from Mom....
from the Partick Church in Glasgow.....
a gift from a dear friend in Scotland...
